I'M a practising widow

And new at this game

It's a different life altogether

I spend each day at this learning curve

For my life is just like the weather

Some days are fair and some days are foul

And some days are better than others

And a friend is a friend indeed

Who lets you bear your soul

But a good friend, a best friend

Is always a mother

She is loyal and supportive

And makes one feel safe

For suddenly you are not an adult

But a lost, lonely waif.

Marigold Pritchard, Coleford